My idea on this is that, whatever everything is. Not just the universe, but everything, mega-verses what have you, its a never ending loop. It constantly recycles itself over and over. Everything is technically re usable, if one galaxy explodes, due to the infinite parallel universes and never ending quantum entanglements, if there is one galaxy, there are infinite galaxies comprised of the very same. Some are a tick different. But it also shows that some are the same. Well infinite are the same. We are a race, some races die out, some don't. Its hard to fathom that even with humans having so much potential, I think we could possibly be one of the failed races.
That being said I have noticed that my cats as a kid were always just the sweetest little things. I would get them baked all the time, they had a great life, bathing in the sun, being handed food. But at the same time they were the most loving lap cats anyone could ever have. Their lives were great. If I had a cat that was a fuck, I didnt get it high because I didn't want to be around it. I have a rat now and its the sweetest little thing, social, smart.. I get it baked too, give it more food than it probably wants just because its so awesome. These animals were put into my hands and not some abusive assholes hands. This shows that being nice gets you somewhere.
Mean people are miserable, they are oblivious, they are selfish, not thinking of others. Unintelligent. They need to be ridden of to even make humanity work. This isnt possible without replacing their body parts with machines to kill their 'soul' basically. We are doing quite a job with this in the field of medicine, however I think that medicine will at some point be replaced by tiny nanobots or replacements by computers entirely.
Anyways about the animals, if our bodies are recyclable, and our food, water, all exists in all dimensions which are infinite. Then it would only make sense that our very lives recycle as well. Possibly turning into something greater if you do good. My cats that were nice always had very vivid personalities, almost like humans. Like their thought process was actually far more advanced than mean cats' personalities.
Maybe, almost like Buddhism, humans will shed their skin and turn into a greater being after death. The mean ones may get recycled as humans again, and again, until they learn. There are so many people in this world...
Im not exactly one for reincarnation, however I feel like there is a way of figuring it. Death is not bad, we can only go up from here. In my mind.
When I was 13 my aunt died, I didnt know her like a sister or anything, but I knew her pretty well. When I was at the hospital with my mom for her, she died. They brought us out of the room because they knew, she wasn't all there. But I went to her and said 'I love you, and I will be with you soon.' Then I wasnt particularly teary, I knew she was in a good place. Not having to deal with food, money, power, murder, depression.. Lucky her right? My mom thought I was psychopathic and I said basically said she was going to a good place so why be ashamed of that? Of course I am upset, but she was in so much misery there is no way that where she went wasn't better. recently I had an experience close to death that showed me we are all going to the same place, and its a good place. Nobody has a near death experience and says that it was terrible. Maybe they do. Maybe THEY were assholes. Whatever it is for me, and most people, its bliss.
Either way once you are on your death bed I think you think a lot differently than you ever did in your entire life. And who knows what I experienced was mere hallucinations or not, perhaps as said with most tripping and what not, 'the hallucinations are really there'. Who knows. No one.
Personally though if I saw anyone doing some crazy gross shit to an animal I would kick their ass into a bloody pulp. 
